But that because he's out of the areas claimed by the Confederacy the ship's computer is trying to compute a new course that will allow them to refuel...and get home. I always thought the ships used hydrogen skimmed off of gas giant planets, so that unless he's somehow in a sector with no stars, his ship should be able to fuel. It might take some time to spot the right system, but from what I understand many systems have gas giant planets.I can't say all, because I found out a bit more about one. A chat room dialogue? No.Exchanged stories or pictures? YesHave you ever:Been caught masturbating? Yes, masturbating in bed next to my wife, when I thought she was asleep. She didn’t mind, and helped me by snuggling next to me and stroking my thigh.Masturbated for a man/woman? Yes. Often. Early on my wife asked me to show her how a guy does it, now I often masturbate playing with her naked body and her playing with mine.Masturbated for the same sex? For boys back at school, and for an older gay. They knew that they were going to make love again, here and now on the damp dewy rain dampened grass. It was urgent, hard and needful, the desolate weekend had taken its toll.in a short time he was filling her, hot seed spewing deep inside her wet and ready cunt, there was no finesse, no care , no tenderness, in fact it was brutal, Wally spurred on by Beryl`s cry`s of “harder boy, harder, ride me, punish me go on… Hurt me like my Sid did” after the rain started once more and together they ran. My secondary profession was star ship navigator. My primary profession was Special Security Officer—assassin, really. It wasn't often that I had an opportunity to lecture on field fabricated explosive devices and I just got carried away by youthful enthusiasm. Or perhaps it was just professional enthusiasm in a field that was classified as a Cosmic Armada secret?Next, I was ordered to narrate the events twice, once from memory, and once while the surveillance videos were played in front of me..